Spider

Your presence a rash

That makes my skin tingle

The gossamer leftovers

Of a room’s previous occupants

Traces of an 8-legged monster

Of our imagination

Their alluring seductions

Ensnaring prey and devouring

An anomaly in my vision

That must be removed

Both for the insecurities of my kind

And for the shattering REVELATION

That I am not the only utmost in this realm

And the fine silk threads

I felt on my mouth

Made me envision the world

Beyond my comprehension

And that made me SCARED –

A fear of the unknown –

So when I know I will not fear

But for now, at this unenlightened stage

You fire an overactive imagination

Into a personal phobic paranoia

Without tangible justification.

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